xxxxxxxxxxx:
It was in the summer.

xxxxxxxxxxx:
I sit on the bench, and next to her a young mom is walking her baby, two or three years old. And here, this child got into some concrete hill, climbs there inconveniently and asks the kind of "mother, what is it?".

The xxx:
and she to him: "and this is, the straw, the iron concrete blocks of the square section";

YYYY :
I know the world, fucking.